What a change.Only weeks ago, I was trotting the tracks with you,Bantering away with, laughing with you,Invading your rooms, spending all day with, all night with you, doing what I do. I’m still me, doing what I do.And you’re still you, doing what I can’t remember that it is that you do,And I can still see you through the looking-glass,But you are six thousand miles away,

For the moment.

How to deal with arriving home from having spent time abroad and leaving many new friends behind.